Hello out there! It’s November 12, 2022. You made it to see another day! Yesterday, I had one of those days that could have turned out really bad but instead, left me with a good story. First of all, when Hubby was leaving for work in the morning, our garage door broke, and it would not shut. Because of the broken door, I locked the back door locks. I took Jenny out for a walk around 6:30 AM and only unlocked the dead bolt as the other lock only locked from the outside. There was 10 minutes left on the kitchen timer before I had to take out a loaf of chocolate chip pumpkin bread, but Jenny’s eyes told me that she could not wait 10 minutes. So, I took her out and quickly got back to take out the bread. Well, that is what the plan was. I grabbed the door handle and began to twist it and that is when I felt that the door was locked, and I did not have a key. Something kicked in and I began looking for ways into our place. You see, I was an expert when I younger at getting into and out of house through windows and such. Now I am a 52-year-old female, overweight, with spinal issues and scared of heights. Funny, but I remember climbing out of a two-story balcony with my friends as we tried to escape her parents or possibly to drink with our high school friends. Also, I had learned these skills of getting into houses without using a door, because of my sisters. One of my sisters, Denise, made an effort to not hide her disdain for me when we were growing up, she would often lock me out of the house when our parent left. I learned how to use the washing machine that was outside of my window like a ladder, and I can admit that I went out (and back in) that window several times and had many adventures in the middle of the night while my parents slept like logs, snoring in unison. So, yesterday, I used all that youthful expertise, a step ladder, a very unstable metal stand and a prayer and figured out a way to get back into my house. Somehow, I got into the kitchen window and was able to save my bread before it burned. I won’t take a photo of my route into the window, but Hubby can vouch for me and says he doesn’t think he could have done it. What a way to start the weekend. Really, though, I am still that girl from the low end of Duarte, California.
You know, I think my Dad was right when he used to tell me, “If it weren’t for bad luck, you would have no luck at all…” I’m positive he picked up that line from Albert King’s Born Under a Bad Sign. Really though, as I was trying to drag my leg through the window, I was singing to myself, “She came in through the kitchen (bathroom) window…” Yes, I am laughing to myself. Here is the Beatles singing that song, please press play.
Today is Saturday and tomorrow, barring any mishaps, we will be getting to see the band Whiskey Meyers in Santa Barbara at the Arlington Theater. The band is kind of Southern Rock and kind of country rock. Instagram is how I learned about them. I had been posting photos of bands that I had taken and many of them were country bands. I think they liked one of my posts and back then, I would always check out the person who liked the post to see if I may want to follow and learn more about their music. I checked them out on Youtube and was blown away, so I followed and wished and hoped that they would play a show in California. In 2019, they did play here but I was still recovering from my spine surgery for CES and was in no shape to see a concert. Then, the pandemic happened. I am sure the concert will blow me away and I am so looking forward to see and hear it all live.
This morning, I am sore from my little adventure, and I will be sure to check the door before I head outside today as I don’t think my muscles will allow me to climb through a window. Oh, I am attempting to make bagels without using the bread machine this morning. Already, I started off on the wrong foot. I added the full amount of water instead of the adjusted amount. Ugh. The dough looks okay, fingers crossed that it works.
Time for me to get moving. It is 6 AM and hopefully, the bread rose while I typed out this post. I used Rapid Rise yeast for the last twenty minutes. Fingers and toes crossed.
Thank you, dear reader, for stopping by. Wherever in the world you are, I hope you have a fabulous day. Hugs to you and you and you.